There are a good many Australians here, such as Diana, one of my
roommates. She has a round tanned face, sleepy calm eyes, a full pale
stomach that pushes out against her long purple skirt, and more
experience than I for she is less enthusiastic in our acquaintance than
I was hoping. One does not travel the world in search of friendships.
My gregarious effort to create companionship is received with a mellow
smile and patience. I was at least able to offer her a gleaming
recommendation of the algergue in Tarifa, my spot of windmills, before she trailed off, saying lightly "I'll wander
along by the beach I reckon." (When she arrives she will be happy.)